Fergus County argus. [volume] (Lewistown, Mont.) 1886-1946, 1887-08-25
"NEsasR MY GOO TO THEE
The Last ''ssvert Hour of Prayrr'' BE fare
the Horrible Railroad Ao.i .iarnt.

lNhif"sb Nt"s.
How sad and cruel was the fate OF
those lisht-hearted, happy people 50
suddenly hurled to their death. 1t
seems as ii sullen Fate, displeased with
their happiness, took revenge upon
them. The story OF Mrs. Merriam
Grant. one OF the wounded, who
resides ut 100 North Madison street.
Peoria, inpre-se> Inc mind with this.
She was in the rear chair ear with her
husband. In this ear was II party of
six people. In order that they might
sit together Mr.. and Mrs. Grant
changed seats with "A young man and
his bride. Their courtesy saved their
lives, for the young couple were both
killed. Mrs. Grant thought this part Y
were theatrical people or concert sing
ers, they were so Jolly and sang SO
we'll. They could sing, and they
laughed and told stories aud antici-
pated the pleasure of the trip until
late at night. Then Mrs. Grant COM
posed herself in her char and GOV
cred her face with her handkerchief to
90 to sleep. Nearly everybody in the
ear was quiet but the Jolly party OF
six. About his time the young bride
was reuiies.el to sing "Sweet Hour oi
Prayer" Something in the desire to
sleep and rest recalled the sweet old
song. The young woman sung. and
al listened while the train sped on.
sweet houruf prayer swee, hour of prayer.
That calls me from world of care,
And bids me ut my Fathers throne
Make all my wants aud wi~he, known"
There was a pause and the clear voice
went up again:
And sinca lie Is me seek his face,
Believe Iii, words AMI trust His -race;
III east on him my every care
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.
Oh, how little did the singer anl her
audience think that to the most oi
them the morning would never come
for another "sNeet hour OF prayer
And then what was ii? Did they sing
it as the last and most fitting song
before colsins thgireyes in sleep. OF did
the angel OF death bring the thought
to their min.lsY Whatever il was, all
raised their Toices in that erauaest oi
prayer, "%earer, Ny God, To Thee, =
and, aging it, went TO their death.
Thou IA ikea wandsrer. tnr sun gpnedpwn.
Darkness be over M, my rest II stone
went up the mrlo ly above the roar oi
the doomed train. Their sun had gone
down, bat they dill not know ii.
Darkness would soon be over them.
bur thev knew it not. And a. the
little rleam of deeilish fire appeared
flr down the track thei, voices sNelled
tin
/ ''Y-t in my dreams III he
Nearer. my tod, to Thee.
The spcel oi the train increased
down the grade. Again the sony
sNclled:
"There ici the way appear, steps unto
heaven,
The way was already in sight
".il that thou s,nlcst me, in mercy given
And then with but moment of hi,
left for each. Even when poor FL
Me- cclintock ; hand was giving it. last
desperate wrench to the throttlr H. %
his engine the singers sang 70 theil
God. who seemed not 10 be holdin.
them IN the hollow of his hand:
Angels to beck mo,
Nearer my God - Thee
Enough. L was finished. The engine
@rlr.> she trail bridge anli sank. IA,
cHi containing the singers crashed llkt
a bolt of love through the two ears ii
front OF il. killing and grinding rs q
/ foot kills worm. In tiie same instant
anoi her ear crashed through it anl
. .be singers we're dead.